You Will Be Okay - Muke

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By the hour they were on the road.

Michael had one hand on the wheel and the other was intertwined with Luke's.

The blonde was out like a light.

He was wearing his ridiculously cute glasses that helped calm his motion sickness.

His hair was sticking out all over the place and he was drooling.

Michael loved his slobbery boy.

He brought Luke's hand up to his lips and pressed a kiss to his knuckles before he gently rested their hands on the middle consul again.

Michael was glad Luke was sleeping, it meant less time he had to stew about Thanksgiving.

So when he saw Luke mix up his vitamin with his melatonin, Michael kept quiet.

Michael wasn't an idiot.

He knew Luke didn't want to see his happy family, but he needed Luke to know that he was apart of his happy family.

Michael hoped that Luke would find some comfort knowing he had a place to go- he had people who loved him.

He knew his parents would love Luke. Mostly because they loved him, but also because Luke was the easiest person in the world to love.

Michael wanted the break to go smoothly- for both him and Luke- but he was also prepared to be there for the boy in case he'd run into triggers.

He'd memorized most of Luke's common triggers.

Sirens, if they were loud enough.

Glass shattering.

Car horns.

Sometimes just the smell of hospital sterilizers, gas, or fresh asphalt.

Blood used to be a big one, but less so now.

For awhile even being in a car was triggering and now he was doing so good.

Sometimes it wasn't sights or sounds or smells, sometimes it was feelings.

If he was scared or sad.

Michael always tried his best to keep Luke happy because he loved the boy so so much.

He was so proud of how far Luke had come in such little time.

After awhile on the road, Michael pulled into the gas station for snacks.

Luke woke up when Michael's hand left his.

He was out of it and half asleep.

"Where are you going?" Luke quizzed.

He wiped the drool from the side of his mouth, his glasses sliding down his nose.

"I'm just going into the gas station, you can stay if you want." Michael offered, pressing a kiss to the side of Luke's head.

Luke plucked his glasses from his face and place them in the cup holder.

"I'll come." He pipped up, waking himself up enough to go into the store.

They both headed into the gas station, Michael holding the doors open for his boy.

Luke headed towards the fridges, while Michael went straight for the candy section.

It was the furthest fridge from the entrance, but eventually Luke found it.

He pulled open the door and scanned the sodas.

Michael's favorite soda was a classic.

Luke plucked the coke bottle from the shelf, before shutting the door.